My Soul Is Pink With Occasional Ink Blots

Time check- it's a way past twelve in the midnight. (I just stomped hard my mouse twice by the way because it just won't f*cking cooperate with me.) And dad just passed by to tell me I should be tucked in bed as of this time. My dad id cool with having an insomniac daughter. Actually I don't know if he has the idea. I just can't be in bed and count sheeps to sleep.
I have to tell you something. My soul is pink and I think I have to swear on that. I know it's not typical because we always associate souls with ghosts that come in see-through get up or whatever it is as long as they are transparent or invisible. My soul is colored hot pink, to be more specific. But just like a favorite white cotton shirt it get stained at some point. Mine is beautifully stained--with ink blots. I am not planning to wash it off because it makes my pink soul fabulous. :) That is not the right adjective I guess. Let's put it this way--It's just same as what stains of chocolates, ketchup, mud and colored pens does to a once white shirt of a 5 year old boy who is now miles away from her mother. See that? Something sooo emotional. Bla..bla..bla...


I did not notice this week was a swift one. I woke up it's Sunday and now I'll be sleeping and when I'll wake up it'll be another Sunday.
Last Sunday was dad's birthday. I think he's 55 now. We had pizzas, some fruit shakes and blueberry cheese cake. Last Thursday was Le Nette's. She is 19 now. We had a family dinner at home. Last Wedenesday I did not attend my English class. I feel so stupid to attend it that i have to stay in ed. Thursday came and I get so restless by 2:30 in the afternoon that I told my instructor I have to go home because I cannot endure my stomache pain (a big lie). Minutes later I was found sipping coffee with Joyann at the mall and later on watched a movie. Friday came and I went home ahead of the others. You know I am too depressed to go to school. Hey, did you know that Jenn joined in their school's Miss Nursing? That bitch! Roslyn and I was there. We were lucky enough because we don't have to stay long inside the oven-like gym because Jenn did not made it to the final three. She was asked this question: Describe ypurself in one adjective. That bitch said "I'm hoooot.". the other contestants appeared so smart (ehem) that they even had the chance to explain some of the theories why man evolved, the story behind Sputnik, the history of India and it's foefathers, Columbus real intentions and things that ypu know you did not care to know. By the way, I really can't f*cking forgot how dark the knees of the winner was or is. All I know is that it's really dark. Madame, if you have the chance to read this entry please be notified. It is not taht I am being biased. Of course you are lovely and all. You are made of anything fragile but maybe it could help if you could atleat lighten your knees when you join beauty and brain or even jsut beauty pageants. I heard you explained something about the evolution of Nursing during the q&a portion or something like that. But have you ever heard of Maybelline, Revlon, Nars, L'Oreal and Shiseido and alike? If not, I want to tell you that they have their names over amazing concealer that will do a trick or two on covering the uneven color of your skin. Of course, I should know. My axilllas are dark. Bwahahah.